Sigh-
Mark blinked.
Perhaps it was due to the fatigue, due to the situation, or due to the Green mist, but, for some reason, his eyes remained shut a bit longer than they should have.
Enough time for...
Pierce-
The tip of a root, sharper than any blade, to go through his left thigh.
Mark jumped back, but no sounds left his mouth.
Not even a groan.
"By this time, I'm guessing even pain won't reach you. That's how far gone you are."
"I'm..." Advanced Body Reconstruction. "Right here."
Yarnha immediately frowned.
As the hole left through Mark's thigh was filled, the Spirit's mind was filled by something.
"Unnatural..." It was a strong feeling of disgust. "And unsightly."
Mark's head swayed from side to side.
The next second,
Yawn-
"You can't do anything in this situation, can you?"
Mark lazily rubbed his eye.
"Why does becoming one sound so bad to you?"
